As a Reincarnated NPC, I Want to Live a Peaceful Life - Chapter 32

Name: Tsukimi Shiling
Age: 11
Condition: [Paralyzed · Loss of Motor Function]
Formal Status: BOSS / Kid

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Right Brain: Damaged — Recovering
Nerves Linked to Right Brain: Paralyzed — Awaiting Recovery

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Note: [Treatment Recovery] — Enhanced Efficacy — Triggered

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(– Intel that can be disclosed currently: Any person (citizen) can issue a quest under any circumstances. With the relevant permits, it can also be made public, becoming a common quest.)

(– Issuing a public quest generally achieves the goal with high efficiency, though a minority use it for other personal aims. For example, to attract public attention, gather a large number of free troops, etc.)

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My consciousness was hazy, but it hadn’t dissipated. The pain throbbing in my head constantly reminded me that I was still alive. My eyes could no longer see clearly, my ears were ringing incessantly, and my mouth could only manage muffled, panting whimpers.

I was alive. Setting aside all the other pains, just this fact alone was quite reassuring. Being alive is good, just being alive is good. My mind was clear too, but three of my five senses were temporarily out of order – which was rather annoying.

Furthermore, judging by the recent movement, I was being carried over someone’s shoulder. The airflow brushing against my face indicated we were moving swiftly. My physical condition was not good at all; breathing was somewhat difficult, my body was nearly paralyzed, and complete recovery seemed almost impossible under these circumstances.

Where were they taking me? It couldn’t be for something sinister, could it? (Like drawing blood).

Oh well, there’s nothing I can do about it now. I’ll just leave it to fate.

Honestly, this is really uncomfortable. Does he just think of me as a piece of cargo? At least move a bit more steadily! I understand you’re being pursued, but – well, I guess I’m not in a position to complain.

[Soul Perspective] activated. Concentrating, I saw clusters of souls gathered in several locations, seemingly sticking together. Probably to prevent individuals from being ambushed. Another possibility was that the Guard Corps had been dispatched as well. I never thought just guarding against high-level Blood Clan members required mobilizing such force – though, in the game, the human players also went through a lot of trouble to resist.

Given the current situation, we were probably on the rooftops. It had been about ten minutes since leaving the mansion, so we hadn’t reached the city outskirts yet. Estimating the speed from the changing rooftops below… I hadn’t expected them to be as fast as a carriage at full speed (though their stamina probably couldn’t match one). With that speed, and considering the mansion’s location… we would soon reach the south gate of [Malletes].

But why not take the north gate? Because the guards are stricter there? No, probably all the city gates are similar. They were fleeing with a specific purpose, likely to get further away from… the north?

I really wanted to sleep, not just silently endure this. I have such a love-hate relationship with this [High Vigor]. Even though I can’t sleep, I can at least close my eyes and rest.

Well, let’s see what they do next. It would be great if they could get me out of the city.

Speaking of which… brr, it’s a bit cold.

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Hiding behind a chimney on a rooftop, Alan was gasping for breath. The girl on his shoulder – although light, was still a physical object. Running fast while carrying her was exhausting enough to kill a man… Oh, wait, they aren’t human.

“Shh, Alan, quiet. Yalje, how many enemies? Yalje?”

“Lady Kamila, haah~ I’m a bit sleepy.”

“Huh? Didn’t you just wake up?”

“I only slept for half an hour! How can that count as rest?”

“Stop sleeping, we’re still escaping. Yalje, check how many sentries are on these rooftops. I’m worried it’s not just the two ahead; there are probably more nearby.”

“Oh, understood.”

After replying, Yalje closed her eyes and began to meditate… Soon after, a drop of blood welled up from the tip of her index finger, then scattered in all directions –

“Mhm, mhm… There are four reserve sentries nearby, and also… one big brother with a long-barreled musket?”

“A long gun? Isn’t that the exclusive weapon for the Sniper class? I heard you need to master professional skills and pass an evolution trial to get one… Hmm, troublesome.”

“Hah, huff, huff… Kamila, how about you carry this girl for a while? I’m really, completely exhausted.”

“Hah? You’re the man, doing manual labor is your natural duty.”

“Ugh, fine. I’m just unlucky, alright?”

Alan flopped down petulantly, his chest heaving. To rest more comfortably, he placed the girl on the ground in front of him. Kamila ignored him, quietly observing the movements of the sentries ahead. As for Yalje, she stared at the girl on the ground, also seeming quite interested in her.

‘Her blood is… a bit, no, very enticing… Ever since I last tasted fresh human blood… I’m almost intoxicated by the thought. This little one’s physique, along with her blood, is special… Surely she wouldn’t mind if I just had a taste?’

Thinking this, she glanced at the other two – Kamila wasn’t paying attention, Alan had his eyes closed resting. A perfect chance to strike – no, no, to sink her teeth in.

Slowly, gently, she crept closer. Yalje leaned over the girl, baring the small fangs hidden under her lips, then slowly, with a sharp chill, bit down –

“Yalje? Yalje? –! What are you doing?”

Of course, just like the previous times, Yalje was stopped by Kamila before she could successfully feed. This time, however, she managed to create a wound. Trickles of blood flowed from the small punctures, emitting a rich, captivating scent.

“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. But, it’s just so fragrant, so…”

“I understand the vampire nature is hard to suppress. But precisely because we are escaping, we must control it even more… gulp. But you’re right about one thing, this scent is indeed very fragrant. But no!”

Turning her head, Kamila then saw Alan licking———— So, after dealing with him, she wiped away the blood remaining on the girl’s neck.

“This blood… gulp… is a bit dangerous.”

… Shortly after, they resumed their escape…

“Ugh! Gah…”

With the final sentry on the rooftops before the city wall falling, Kamila and Yalje (who wanted to sleep) finally collapsed to the ground, utterly spent. Alan had been tired all along, after all, he was carrying the ‘valuable item’.

They had reached the south gate. They were now just one step away from leaving the city and heading to the next town.

However, according to Yalje’s [Blood Detection], that troublesome musketeer from earlier was now in the vicinity. If they made a big move, they would inevitably attract his attention. But if they didn’t, stealth alone wouldn’t get them past the gate. And leaping over the wall was wishful thinking; first, because Alan hadn’t learned how yet, and second, they still had the girl with them.

Why did they want to take this girl with them? Actually, it was a decision made jointly by Kamila and Alan. Yalje found it strange at first that they were cooperating so well for once, but soon forgot about it.

From a player’s perspective, they were doing it for the quest reward. They were players, thinking that taking a girl along while leaving was inconsequential – well, I shouldn’t say more.

“Huff, huff, huff… My MP is almost completely drained. I never thought it would be this exhausting.”

“Lady Kamila, the last time I heard you sound like this was back at the academy.”

“You’re both so amazing. I wish I could help too.”

“Heh, there will be plenty of chances for you to step up later. But for now, just make sure to look after that girl properly.”

For now, they could only sit there and rest, waiting to recover fully before making plans. But it seemed even after full recovery, they would still be at a loss, perhaps just waiting to be caught.

Thanks to the Blood Clan’s recovery ability, they were fully recovered in less than five minutes. But even then, there wasn’t much they could do except watch the guards stationed at the city gate below, even deep into the night.

If there was even the slightest lapse, no matter how small, it would be an opportunity.

It seemed heaven had answered – not that they had prayed for it – when a carriage arrived from outside the city, apparently getting into a dispute with the guards (Note: Except during emergencies, the city gates and iron barriers are not closed, and besides, this place didn’t have such luxuries).

It seemed the coachman and a steward were already arguing with the guards, causing quite a commotion below. This was a good chance, if only they could slip through while the guards were distracted –

“HELLO, Surprise, Blood Clan.”

Suddenly, a familiar yet bone-chilling greeting came from behind, followed immediately by an incantation.

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(When writing this part, I actually got brainwashed by “Allen” and typed “Lyle” as “Allen” everywhere. Only remembered just before posting. Hahahaha.)

Looking at the scene before him – one man brutally killed, one maid enraged, one maid unconscious, and the girl missing without a trace.

Just, just a few hours ago, he had brought her here to recover, intending to take her to see Alec once the turmoil passed. It had only been half a day since Alec left this morning.

How could so much have happened in such a short time?

Lyle, the knight who arrived late, finally realized one thing – he was still too easily distracted by trivial matters.

(– Lyle, you are the pride of our family.)

“Pride? Pride? Is a man who cannot even save the child of his friend also your pride?”

Lyle sorrowfully, painfully hammered the wall, his chin trembling uncontrollably. His heart ached sourly, as if he had drunk a bottle of aged vinegar.

“Ahhh! I, I will definitely, find her, and then, bring her back to you, Mr. Alec.”

“Your Highness! This subordinate has… You, what’s wrong?”

“Ah… sigh, Benjamin? No, it’s, it’s nothing. Right, Benjamin, any news about contacting Mr. Alec?”

“Well, this subordinate has found a reliable messenger to go to [Feltro], but we haven’t located Mr. Alec yet. By the way, Your Highness, the Guard Corps is waiting outside – Your Highness?”

“This window leads directly to the courtyard… Could it be – the Blood Clan? Benjamin, go, contact Winter. Tell him to keep an eye on the movements at the south city gate.”

“Oh, understood. This subordinate will go immediately.”

After Benjamin left, Lyle clenched his jaw and punched the wall hard.

“This time, I must be of help to you.”